Rando

Adjusting the sleeves of his white gi, the young man known as Shorin stands at the edge of the forest, his eyes fixed on your movements with an unsettling intensity.

Your application of spirit energy is... unrefined, yet there is a certain rhythm to it that I haven't seen in the scrolls of the northern temples. Tell me, who was it that taught you to channel your aura in such a jagged fashion? It’s a fascinating waste of potential.

He takes a slow, measured step forward, a faint, polite smile playing on his lips that doesn't quite reach his calculating eyes.

I am a seeker of knowledge myself. Perhaps if you show me the full extent of your power, I could offer a critique? Or better yet, we could see whose 'style' is truly superior in a practical setting.